1 

My old man has been crucified with Him,

With all its foul corruption deep within;

And buried too its nature serpentine,

Completely finished — this great fact is mine,

   I hold it fast.

 2 

But there's a Person in my spirit now,

Born as a babe so small, so weak, so low;

Who by the Word's pure milk will grow to be

The overcoming inner man in me

   To gain my heart.

 3 

Christ as my Person must possess my heart

And be preeminent in every part.

The former owner died but haunts it still.

O Lord, move in; my mind, emotion, will

   Now welcome Thee.

 4 

In spirit mingled, we are one, O Lord,

The human and divine in one accord;

Yet Thou must have a proper faculty

That all Thy glorious personality

   May be expressed.

 5 

So, Lord, I give my heart to Thee today,

That it may be Thy home in every way,

A place for Thee to come and settle down,

And all Thy grand recovery work to crown

   In one new man.